8. Young Master Alpha

"Get out of the way!" Tharique ignored the girl's question, and just passed her by. Strangely the girl is not mad at him but angry at me, it seems. My feet hurt, and I can't walk any faster.

"Hey you, can you let go of your hand because I don't want to be hated by the girls who are crazy about you," I said, and suddenly he stopped walking and carried me bridal style.

"What are you doing Tarique!"

"You already know my name, good then."

I screamed, "Let go of me!"

"Do I need to kiss you so that you will be hated by all of them even more," he said without looking at me, looking straight ahead, leading to a small hallway that I didn't know where he would take me. We are the center of attention.

The girls looked at me sarcastically and the boys smiled at me. What is the meaning of all this?

"Do you realize what you're doing can harm me?"

"Who dares to hurt you, as long as I am by your side."

Oh, I should have floated with his sweet words. But all that I have passed with him will be disaster savings for me. He took me into a fairly large room, there were drugs there. The room is clean and all white, both the walls, floor, and all the items in it.

He lowered me to the edge of the bed. Take a clean cloth, wound cleanser, and some wound-healing liquid. He knelt in front of me, his eyes from below glancing at me sharply. "Do you realize where your wounds are?"

I lifted my leg to see that my soles were sore, but he lifted my hand and turned it slightly, "Look, what have you done."

The skin on my arm was covered in cuts, bleeding but already a little dry. He stood up taking a vessel for water and a bandage. It's all my fault but he's busy treating me.

"I'm fine, I just need sandals or flat shoes, so I can walk," I said, to get him to stop doing this. He didn't answer, doing my treatment in silence.

My eyes turned to the open door, a beautiful woman with jet black hair, short shoulder length entered the room carrying a paper bag. Don't tell me that he sent people to buy me shoes. "Young Master Alpha, I brought your order."

Alpha?

Will there be an Omega, uh huh? My mother said they have an Alpha level which is the leader, Beta is below it and there are still 5 more to the bottom while my father is the serial number--

He winked, "Just put it there, and go."

Does he act the same with everyone like this? This woman seems to like him, from her sparkling eyes and sweet smile. This woman also lowered her head in front of me. Does he have maids also on campus?

"Do you need help?"

"No, thank you."

An unpleasant answer, if he had said 'YES' then he wouldn't have to kneel like this. "Excuse me, sir."

"Hmm--"

Basic men are curt, cold, and self-powerful. What's wrong with saying something longer than just meaningless muttering?

"She's an Omega," he said after the woman had gone out and the door had closed.

"I didn't ask," I said indifferently and unconcernedly.

"The one in the parking lot is Alpha, you have to be careful with her."

This is what I hate, enemy!

"Listen to me, as long as I live, I've never had any enemies. I'm not interested in you--"

"So do I. "

"I'm not done talking!" I snapped.

"You know Esme, I'm Alpha, the highest status of all including your ancestors, you should submit to me!" He snapped back at me.

Damn it! I don't know what my ancestors were like so they entered the colony. Why is he so relaxed in response to my behavior? "Do I also have to submit to that arrogant woman? You must have slept with her, right?"

There was no answer, no breaths were heard. He's like a deaf person who doesn't want to hear what I say.

“Young Master Alpha, then you have a Kingdom, what is it called and what is it like?” I asked casually.

"Nychia, we still have a long way to go to get there. You have to be ready Esme."

"Why me?"

"Impossible your mother didn't tell you," he said and that meant I had to be his partner, my mother said. Because he said he doesn't love me, then how can I be happy living with him? Am I just a tool for him to get the throne? All the wounds on my body have been treated. Both of my feet were bandaged, so they wouldn't feel pain when walking.

"Come on, you want to go to class right?" he said and held out his hand.

"Can I walk alone?"

"No, because I won't let your guard down again. Once you get caught, the war starts immediately Esme."

He took my hand before I took his hand. There's no way I can escape his power. "If you want to be independent, you must train. Even though you will receive the power from your father later, if you don't practice now then we will lose," He said.

"Can you not discuss war and against whom because I was not ready for all your words."

I'm fed up with that bullshit. I can't accept all of this with common sense.

He turned his head, "We get married first then you will be ready with everything."

I tried to hit him on the head with the bag, but he quickly dodged. His brain is only around the groin, he was trying to touch me.